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(This is a dual perspective novel so instead of following Razi this chapter jumps to the "villain" Theodoric.) Chapter 2 The Unexpected Rescuer: Theodoric Theodoric paced back and forth in the cave he had dwelled in for the past four thousand four hundred and seventy-three days, over twelve years of living in a barren wasteland of nothing but volcanoes, ash, and lava beds. He kept track by carving tally marks into the obsidian walls. He had been put

-This is a school essay I wrote sharing my opinion on social media age limits. I’m interested in hearing different perspectives. - I believe that 18 and over should be the minimum age for all social media sites, instead of the current 13 and over minimum. This is because it increases risks of depression and suicide. Ben Pring, Tech Crunch, 2021, commented “We don’t let young people drive, smoke, get married, join the Army, get a tattoo, or vote until we feel they’re old enoug

Pen name: Nova Novell (OUAA Founder) Email: onceuponanauthor@yahoo.com Genre: Fantasy/Response to the first weekly writing prompt Title: Founder/Creator When I first entered that gate leading to Naredeth Academy, I never thought that I would end up bonding with a Wyvern or being recruited to leave Naredeth on a mission to save an endangered Wyvern species, or that I would go with my best friends, Corwin and Sylvan. But to be fair I didn’t think I would be studying for that ma

Suddenly, large shadows and glowing colors of blue and green drifted over the barn, breaking me out of my trance. I could hear the rush of wind, like the sound of wings flapping. No bird I had ever seen cast a shadow that massive. I froze as the shadows and lights went over the roof, then vanished as they passed behind me. My name is Razi Birdsong. I am twelve years old, I’m an incredible liar (and proud of it too), and I’m practically an orphan. That part isn’t a lie; I won’